Well, Elisabeth asked for it.

Last night, while trying to nurse a splitting headache and get some things done on the computer, I thought I smelled something odd. Since the children’s bedroom is right next to the computer “room” (as is everything in really in an 800 sq ft house), I decided to check there first. Sure enough, our five-year-old son, who was fast asleep, was covered in vomit. Not only that, but so was his pillow, the wall, and our laminate floor.

I picked him up and transported him to the washroom, where I got him undressed, rinsed out his clothes and threw them in the wash. I also got his pillowcase and pillow, rinsed them off and tossed them in as well.

Then I put him in the shower and washed him off. I would have just used a wash cloth, but his hair was matted with the stuff. While I was rinsing him off, Mary got the sheets and the quilt.

While Mary was getting him dressed, I pulled out the bed and cleaned up the wall and the floor.

Good times.

UPDATE: Oops. He did it again. Tonight, just as I was drifting off to sleep, I hear him wailing from his bedroom. When I got in there, I discovered vomit all over the centre of the bedroom floor, taking up at least half of the visible floor. This time I stripped the bed and remade it and Mary took care of Regan. Oh, yeah, Baby!

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We had a bit of a scare today. Actually, Mary had more of a scare than I did.

The two older children were in their bedroom antagonising each other, so Mary went in to cool things down. Our five-year-old son, Regan, was lying on the floor playing with some toys. All of a sudden, he started coughing and a large amount of saliva was coming from his mouth. He was unable to speak, so Mary took him to the hospital.

Once she got to the emergency room, she noticed there was some blood mixed in with the saliva. The attendants quickly assessed the situation and Mary phoned me to tell me they were about to prep him for surgery: he had a marble lodged in his throat.

I take the transit to work, and had just missed the bus. I was packing up my things to get ready to catch the next bus when Mary phoned me just a few minutes later to tell me Regan coughed up the marble.

His throat was a bit raw later, but he’s more or less fully recovered now.

This was the first time any of children have been hospitalised and it does not surprise me at all that it was a boy who got there first. The joys of fatherhood.

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